Durdle Door

A great pale spine thrust into the churning teal.

Not a door to anywhere, just an open breath on the horizon carved by salt and restless time. The Jurassic bone bleeds white into the surf, a quiet giant off the Dorset cliff, hollowed out, standing steadfast while the shingle shifts and the long waves relentlessly knock.

Original available for purchase:

31 x 41 CM watercolour, framed and behind glass. £245